Old man don't you sleep too long
Old man don't sleep too long
There's a great moon-faced fact
The river's got away and it won't go back!
(Then it's time to depart
In the court of the Rhythm King
my broken heart
Promise him anything
Woe betide!
The lonely highway
The old man cried)
There's a man gone by
Turning on his head, hanging by a coat
he was heard to say,
There's a great moon-faced fact
busted out the back like a paper sack!
Oh man don't wait too long
Nothing be there but the pot gone black
There's a great moon-faced fact
It's pouring out the night from a smoking stack!